Oh dear!! The most routine of things with a horse is back to being an absolute terror for me. Flipo doesn't stand still to be shod so he needs sedating. Sedalin doesn't touch the sides so I always have to call the vet and have a 'remember to where gloves, how much does he weigh again, no food for three hours, in a stable' conversation before they order in dormosedan (sp?) and I can pick it up two days later.
Then I have to warn my manager that I need the farrier, and have to be careful with my schedule so I can drop and run at a moments notice when I can get a slot. Because of that, I have had to wait two weeks over when he should have been done, I can't get anyone else to look after him during it. Less than ideal being that he needs shod because of his lameness.
Then I call the farrier, leave a message, invariably forget to include details such as where I stay or my phone number so call right back and then I wait......for maybe a week. Hoping and praying that I've not been ditched for having a hard-to-shoe horse.
Then the call comes, will the following day suit? And I never want to say no incase they won't come back so then have to beg my manager to get the following afternoon off. That always means having to do some other dodgy shift just to make up for it.
I feel a temporary relief at having it all booked until the day comes and I'm champing at the bit just to get on with it.
I have to dash home, get changed, walk flip along to the stable, cope with his crap stable manners (cause hes not used to it), hope I catch the farm manager to check its ok I use a spare stable, then worry about getting the sedative in, then worry that the sedative will work, then worry that the farrier isn't late incase the sedative wears off. Then worry I had enough to talk about and apologise enough when flipo invariably struggles while snoring. And then when it's all done, I worry I've got enough money to pay the guy.
Then I do a quick willy clean and groom while he's snoring and then stand for around an hour worrying he's too sweaty, not wakening up, trying to eat straw when he shouldn't.
Then I get him back to the field and worry hat I haven't cleaned up the stable enough and will get in trouble for leaving a mess.
All in all, this is just far too much worry. ...someone remind me why I have a horse again. I really need to chill out!
Eta - far too many typos to correct right now - sorry! I'm on my phone waiting for farrier to come and trying to take my mind off of it!
ETA typos sorted now I'm back home and relaxed again!!
Then I have to warn my manager that I need the farrier, and have to be careful with my schedule so I can drop and run at a moments notice when I can get a slot. Because of that, I have had to wait two weeks over when he should have been done, I can't get anyone else to look after him during it. Less than ideal being that he needs shod because of his lameness.
Then I call the farrier, leave a message, invariably forget to include details such as where I stay or my phone number so call right back and then I wait......for maybe a week. Hoping and praying that I've not been ditched for having a hard-to-shoe horse.
Then the call comes, will the following day suit? And I never want to say no incase they won't come back so then have to beg my manager to get the following afternoon off. That always means having to do some other dodgy shift just to make up for it.
I feel a temporary relief at having it all booked until the day comes and I'm champing at the bit just to get on with it.
I have to dash home, get changed, walk flip along to the stable, cope with his crap stable manners (cause hes not used to it), hope I catch the farm manager to check its ok I use a spare stable, then worry about getting the sedative in, then worry that the sedative will work, then worry that the farrier isn't late incase the sedative wears off. Then worry I had enough to talk about and apologise enough when flipo invariably struggles while snoring. And then when it's all done, I worry I've got enough money to pay the guy.
Then I do a quick willy clean and groom while he's snoring and then stand for around an hour worrying he's too sweaty, not wakening up, trying to eat straw when he shouldn't.
Then I get him back to the field and worry hat I haven't cleaned up the stable enough and will get in trouble for leaving a mess.
All in all, this is just far too much worry. ...someone remind me why I have a horse again. I really need to chill out!
Eta - far too many typos to correct right now - sorry! I'm on my phone waiting for farrier to come and trying to take my mind off of it!
ETA typos sorted now I'm back home and relaxed again!!
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